Monday has traditionally been a day I let myself off the hook. Oh, who am I kidding? I let myself off the hook all the time! There’s Tired Tuesday, Wuss-out Wednesday, and who could forget Lame Post Friday? That said, I let myself off the hook today.
For one reason, I returned to work, at a previous place of employment. This is not a work blog, so I will not elaborate except to say that it was not a bad day at all. My former co-workers welcomed me back, which felt very nice indeed. Still, work is work, and I am not a young woman. I returned home tired and mentally revising the to-do list I had compiled this morning.
See, this is how hard I worked today.
I was afraid the post was a bit dull, so I threw in a picture. Joan Crawford with an ax, there could be no possible objection.
Four things I felt must be done on my list: take out trash and recyclables, fix tomorrow’s lunch, put on coffee, and make my blog post. I have done (am doing) them in that order.
It was not on my list, but I did watch Dateline.
I am navigating my life as a widow with varying degrees of success. I believe that is to be expected. I look at other people who have greater tragedies to deal with and fewer supports to help them, and I count my blessings. This does not necessarily alleviate my feelings, but I try to let it inform my behavior. I don’t know if that makes any sense. Do you suppose sense is overrated?
I see I am over 250 words. Score! I am going to bill this as a Middle-aged Musings Monday, although a friend recently pointed out that if I am middle-aged now, I must live to be well over 100. Don’t you just hate those didactic types?
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